"Interesting, could this be the inevitable pull of karma, ultimately returning to unity?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a memory engraved deep within the "Heaven Heart" surged towards the Sword Light like a torrent.

After a moment of hesitation, the latter still chose to accept.

A series of ancient, dust-sealed images, presented from the "Void" perspective, exploded and flashed consecutively in the core of the sword spirit.

"Back then, I left an image in the heaven heart of this realm to help those Taoist Friends who had forgotten the events on the road retrieve their past, and today is no exception." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Upon confirming that the Sword Light truly forgot the past, this heart thought wave in the void added a touch of...

Playfulness?

"Taoist Friend Cang Jian, no need to thank me. Take good care of this elder brother of yours. When our true selves return, we might need to rely on him to guide us."

With those words, that heart thought wave suddenly dissipated, leaving only the Moon-cutting Sword Light suspended in the void, its sword intent buzzing, dazed.

The memories from the Void were incomplete, at least before the Void joined, its... clone of the original self?

Had followed behind a certain young man.

The Returning to Truth Road was walked to the end, if not for that young man's protection, even its original self would have fallen halfway, without any other possibility.

Through the Void's perspective, hearing the clone of the original self calling him "Brother World Venerable" every time, the Sword Light just felt a toothache.

If it even had teeth.

"That kid... actually became the leader of the ancestors on the Returning to Truth Road?!"

After a wave of heat that hadn't been felt for countless years, the Sword Light was mostly incredulous.

The memory of that silent, seemingly forever expressionless figure, opening the path ahead, sheltering all the ancestors...

The one who ignored everyone, leaving only the words "I pave the road to heaven, those who follow, come along." Then cutting with one slash at the intangible, formless, immaculate sky, forging a path to ascend to heaven...

At this moment, overlapped with the Ji Jingqiu in front of him.

This scene was incredible yet seemed to have long planted the seed, back when Ji Jingqiu hadn't yet reached the realm of Heavenly Monarch, in a battle in the Tao Struggle, defeating both Ning and Hong Yan.

In that moment.

The Moon-cutting Sword Light seemed to understand why the clone of the original self would willingly call him elder brother, not just because they suspected Ji Jingqiu was born a hundred epochs ago...

Of course, understanding did not mean comprehension.

The Sword Light began silently sharpening its blade, pondering how to find an opportunity and reason to properly "serve" this so-called "as one with a hundred epochs, pure and unstained" good "elder brother."

Starting from...

[The Ancient Flow Reveals the True Self]

...

"Ji Jingqiu!"

Buzz!

An unusual buzzing rang from behind Xuan Chongguang.

The void rippled like water.

Xuan Chongguang's expression turned fierce, his formerly handsome youthful appearance destroyed, behind him an array of treasures unfolded, scrolls, bells, knives, swords, spears... Countless rare treasures and divine weapons shimmered, all obtained through his own fortune.

A myriad of Secret Treasures, of varying grades, converged into a flowing, ever-changing Ten Thousand Treasures Scroll, where the Dao Rhyme boiled, inscribing its own dharma and Tao, densely packed, pressing heaven and earth into silence.

This treasure map unfurled instantly, its power boundless, manifesting Ten Thousand Skills, incredibly intimidating, making even Shou Ji and others react with solemn expressions.

Simultaneously, they recognized the true identity of this person at first glance, the third disciple under the Red Lotus Realm Master's seat, Xuan Chongguang!

This person's existence was rumored to be the embodiment of "chance."

He didn't need to deliberately seek, precious Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, lost ancient inheritances, dust-covered divine weapons, and even hidden domains left by powerful beings, would "collide" onto him in all sorts of unbelievable ways.

His cultivation journey was smooth, and after stepping into the Dao Ancestor, by a stroke of fortune, dealt a serious blow to a True Saint, gaining fame across the Sea of Realms.

Under the Red Lotus Realm Master, Xuan Chongguang, in terms of strength alone, wasn't among the top, but his Qi Fortune was heaven-defying.

At this moment.

Xuan Chongguang, enraged, went all out, with a wave of his hand, a myriad of glows and auspicious Qi burst forth, countless divine weapons and Secret Treasures pouring down like a torrent, suppressing Ji Jingqiu!

Ji Jingqiu remained calm, not a move out of place, simply raising his hand again, the Divine Weapon took form, slashing forward casually, sweeping away the myriad skills, dimming the Dao Rhyme around heaven and earth.

Boom!

This slash seemed to coincidentally strike the only flaw in the Ten Thousand Treasures Scroll.

With just one slash, the grand scroll was shattered, the boundless Dao Rhyme within exploding into a torrential rain across the cosmos, dazzling to the extreme.

Xuan Chongguang's inner rage felt as though doused thoroughly with a bucket of water, extinguishing his fury completely.

A chill faced with a Tao-shaped enemy spread through every bone.

It was like the undeniable pressure of the Dao, leaving him defenseless.

Is this... the power of the River of Destiny?

Did Ji Jingqiu seize the Divine Weapon Spirit from his hand, containing this realm's River of Destiny's Origin power?!

Xuan Chongguang's eyes were bloodshot, this was his opportunity for Enlightenment!

How exactly did this child manage to snatch the Divine Weapon Spirit from him back then?!

Even now, he hadn't been able to make sense of the events that transpired, nor understand what mysterious Secret Technique Ji Jingqiu had used.

This time, Ji Jingqiu held nothing back, and following his victory, the blade light passed, turning every weapon Xuan Chongguang invoked into ashes.

With a loud boom.

Ripples swept across the void, the blade light reached Xuan Chongguang once more, breaking armor, severing limbs.

Witnessing this scene out of the corner of his eye, Qing Yu, who was on the brink of resistance, felt his Tao heart collapse, his mind left with only one word: escape.